//------------------------------// // Bad Luck // Story: rice's Speedwrites // by rice //------------------------------// “Oh, you’re just the cutest. Oh, yes you are! Yes, you are!” Fluttershy cooed at the little kitten wrapped between her wings.  “Hi, Fluttershy!” Pinkie Pie sang from outside her cottage. “You’re just in time, Pinkie!” Fluttershy opened the door for her ecstatic friend. “I just got some new animal friends here for the sanctuary and I need all the help I can get.” “Well, of course! I’ll have you know that I am super good with animals, too!” Pinkie said as she entered with a skip in her step. “I’m so good that I’m basically Fluttershy Jr.! Y’know since you’re a year older than me and everyth- AAAAAAAH!” Pinkie yelled at the top of her lungs, sending birds flying from the trees.  “What’s wrong?” Fluttershy gasped as she tried to get Pinkie out of her chimney. Pulling her out, Pinkie shook off the soot from her face and mane and shuffled away in a panic.  “What do you mean “what’s wrong”? Don’t you see THAT?” Pinkie Pie pointed in horror. Fluttershy looked over to see that Pinkie was pointing at the kitten.  “I’m confused… she’s just a wittle kitten. Oh, yes she is!” Fluttershy swooped the small kitten up and showed her to Pinkie. “Her name is Marzipan! Isn’t she the cutest?”  “No, she is the OPPOSITE of cute! She’s a black cat! Don’t you see?!” Pinkie screamed as she scurried under the couch.  Fluttershy looked down to see Marzipan. She had gorgeous yellow eyes and the darkest fur you could imagine.  “So?” She asked with a brow raised in confusion. “Black cats are baaaad luck! How do you not know that?” Pinkie explained from under the couch, her eyes were still visible and they were glaring at the harbinger of evil that was Marzipan. “I think you’re just being superstitious again Pinkie; how can some critter as cute as she is be bad luck?”  “W-Well, I don’t know! But Grammy Pie said that black cats are bad luck.” Pinkie Pie squeezed out from the couch. “She told me a story that once a black cat passed by and LIGHTNING struck our farm and destroyed EVERYTHING!” Pinkie waved her hands around in a frenzy. Fluttershy looked at Pinkie with an almost deadpan stare, then looked at Marzipan, and then back at Pinkie. “Well… Pinkie.” Fluttershy looked around in thought before she looked at Marzipan again, seeing that the little kitten’s stomach rumbled.  “Oh, dear! Are you hungry? Daww I’ll fix you up something real nice. Wait here!” Fluttershy hugged the precious thing and set her down next to Pinkie Pie.  “Please look after her while I make her breakfast.” “B-But Fluttershy? She’s bad luck!” Fluttershy rolled her eyes and then hummed her way into her kitchen, leaving Pinkie alone with Marzipan. Pinkie sat down in defeat and chewed on her lip, trying to look everywhere but at the tiny furball. She then felt two small puffs of the softest fur she ever felt press against her foreleg. She yelped and froze in fear. Pinkie shifted her eyes down to see Marzipan rub her head against her leg, she then moved in front of Pinkie and rolled over with a little meow. “I’m back, Marzi-warzi! Here’s your little num nums!” Fluttershy stepped out of the kitchen with a small dish of milk in her hoof. Fluttershy stopped in her tracks to see Pinkie Pie snuggling with the little kitten in between her hooves. “Oh, you’re just the cutest. I should bring you to the Cake twins! Oh, they’d love you!” Pinkie purred. “Bad luck, huh?” Fluttershy giggled. “Well… maybe not her.” Pinkie Pie smiled wide as she pressed Marzipan close to her cheek.